Ever get the panic? When you’re in a room full of people that you’re beginning to literally want to tear out their throats so that they’ll stop spewing forth contradictions, over-stating points that they’ve already made, and not listening at all to the person who’s in charge of what’s going on?

I have. I did tonight. I’m entirely disgusted with them and with myself.

It wasn’t even me that was in charge. I hope Amy is able to put up with them. I hope their project comes to fruition. I hope I’m wrong. I hope that every time I’ve tried to do something like this with these people has failed because of me, and not because of them.

Do I really?

Shit.